I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey`s dead At least he looks that way, but then again don`t we all (what I make is what I am, I can`t be forever) I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey`s dead Poor little monkey `Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout` (what I make is what I am, I can`t live forever) We are our own wicked gods With little g`s and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey`s dead The primate`s scream of consonance is a reflection Of his own mind`s dissonance
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